Friday, March 20, 2009


how much, how many times.
more, less, in and out.
sometimes never all the time.


[19 03 09]

please come back, nox whispered.

of course they wouldn't listen.




spinning. again.
she hit herself against the floor.


embrace the void.
embrace the empty.

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when i am gone i'll leave no bones, no dust, no death, no love, no home;
just emptiness,
and all of this
is nothing nothing nothing-